NOTHING NEW

Couldn't sleep that night as a result. Stupidity it is said, repays in spades, and I had been dealt a natural straight. Fact is, I'll never have an accurate toll of how much data I'd vaporized with an empty glance and a quick click, but present hubris aside, I will with grit and gusto one bright day begin to reconstruct the puzzle in some newer, fresher, more vital form.

Now if I can just find those rather bizarre but thorough essays which postulated that the infamous manna Old Bearded Yahweh bestowed upon the desert-wandering Israelites was actually the same stuff my own spooky generation knows affectionately as 'shrooms - to include in the sobriety and theological sections of the SWORG. After escaping last September's Hurricane Isabel with nary an inconvenience, a soldier is expected to recover from catastrophe and render unto Caesar beautiful rare findings from the hustling, bustling world of suspicious minds.

My life as a picnic ant...